"Can you throw any light on a motive for such a crime?"
"The motive seems self-evident. He was working on an invention that he said would do away with war and would make the owner of the device a practical world dictator, should he choose to exercise such power. The device was completed. The murderer killed him to secure his device. That all seems plain enough."
"Was anything else of value taken?"
"We had nothing else of value about the place. I was never given to jewelry. The furnishings and equipment were undisturbed. It is quite evident, I think, that the thief was no ordinary petty burglar."
The attorney interposed: "I believe we had better let Mrs. Darrow tell this story from the beginning in her own way. There are only two really important witnesses. Whatever she can remember to recite might be of value to the authorities. Now, Mrs. Darrow, how long had you lived at Brooknook? Begin there and just let your story unfold. Try to control your nerves and emotions."
"I am not emotional. I am not nervous," said the quaint little woman, bravely. "My heart hurts, that is all.
"The place was named by my father. We inherited it at his death, thirty years ago, and moved in. My two children were born and died there. At first we kept the servants and maintained all of the thirty-two rooms. But after the children were gone, we both gave ourselves over to study and we began to close one room after another, releasing the servants one by one."
"How many rooms do you occupy now?"
"We lived in three, a living-room, kitchen and bedroom. The two big parlors were turned into a laboratory. We both worked there. It was there my husband met his death at his work. Sometimes we worked together, sometimes independently. I did all my own housework, except the laundry, which I sent out. We had no visitors. We lived for each other and our work."
"Tell us about the rooms that were not occupied."
"We left them just as they always had been. I have not been in any of these rooms for twenty years. Once I looked into the little girl"s room-my daughter"s room. It was dusty and cobwebby, but undisturbed by human hand. My husband peered in over my shoulder. I closed the door. We turned away in each other"s arms."
Here the little old woman fell to weeping softly into her lace handkerchief. Minutes lapsed as the court waited, respecting her grief.
"Were these rooms locked?" asked the attorney finally.
"No," said the widow, recovering, as she dabbed at her eyes. "We feared no one. All the rooms were closed, but not locked. The outside doors were seldom locked. We lived in our own world. For appearance sake we kept up the grounds. Peck, the gardener, kept the grounds, as you know. He called in outside help when necessary. This was his affair. We never bothered him. He lived probably a half mile up the road. The first of each month he would come for his pay. He was practically our only visitor.
"When it was necessary to see our attorney or other connections, Peck would drive us. At first he used to drive our horses. Ten years ago we pastured the horses for life and bought the small car. We seldom went out. We have no close friends and no relatives nearer than the Pacific coast. They are distant cousins. You see, we were rather alone in the world since the children went away-we never spoke of them as being dead."
Again the court was hushed. The coroner and the attorney took occasion to blow their noses rather violently.
"On May 27th, the day your husband died, what happened, as you re-remember it?" asked the attorney.
"We arose and had breakfast as usual. I was puttering about the rooms. My husband kissed me and started for the laboratory. I was in the kitchen. It was about ten o"clock when I finished in the kitchen and went into the living room which adjoins the laboratory. I had been rather fretted, something unusual for me. It seemed I dimly sensed the presence of someone near me, someone I did not know, an outsider. I thought it was foolish of me and buckled up.
"But when I went into the living room, it seemed as if some invisible presence were following me. I could hear the low hum of my husband"s device. The door of the laboratory was open. He called to me and said:
""Sue dear, it seems strange, but I made two models of this set and now I can find only one. You could not have misplaced the other by any chance, could you?"
"I a.s.sured him I knew nothing of it and he said, "Hum-m, that"s funny." Then he went back into the library and closed the door. The humming continued. I was more annoyed than ever, but I did not want to bother my husband. Then a queer thing happened. I saw the door of the laboratory open and close, but I did not see anyone. The next instant, I heard my husband"s outcry. It was more a groan than a scream.
"I rushed into the laboratory. My husband was lying by his slate-topped table. The device, I noticed, was gone. It was no bigger than a coffee-mill, I thought, as I bent over my husband. Strange how such a thought could have crowded in at such a time.
"My husband"s head was bleeding. It was cut, a long gash over the ear, just below the bald spot. It must have been a frightful blow. I looked in his eyes. My nurse"s and pharmaceutical course gave me knowledge which sent a chill to my heart. He was dead. I must have fainted.
"When I recovered I ran for Peck. I found him near the house, coming my way and holding his right eye.
""Something struck me," he said. Then, seeing me so pale, he said, "My G.o.d! Mrs. Darrow, what has happened?"
""Run for the doctor," I said. When the doctor came he called the police and coroner. They told me not to disturb the body. Later they took it away, and the gardener told me-"
"Never mind what Peck told you," interrupted the attorney. "We will let him tell it. Is that all you can tell us about the death itself?"
But the widow was weeping now, so violently that the court ordered her excused.
The gardener was called and took the stand displaying a big, black eye, which offered comedy relief to a pathetic situation.
"On the main road to the east," he began after preliminary questioning, "was a small car which had been parked there all morning. I noticed it because it had no license plates. It was visible from the inside of the grounds, but was hidden from the road by a hedge. It made me wonder because it was just inside our grounds.
"I had some very special red flags which I planted as a border back of pink geraniums. They were doing fine. I got them from the Fabrish seed house. There are no plants like Fabrish"s-I wouldn"t give a snap of my finger for all the other-"
"Just a minute," interrupted the attorney. He told the gardener to never mind the geraniums and flags, but to tell just what happened.
"Well, I was bending over the border bed when I heard sounds like someone running along the gravel path towards me. I heard a humming like a b.u.mble bee and I jumped to my feet. Just then something hit me in the eye and knocked me down. Yes sir, knocked me plumb down, and-"
"Then what happened? Never mind the asides, the extras-tell us just the simple facts," instructed the attorney.
"Well, you won"t believe it, but I heard the footsteps leave the road. The geraniums were badly trampled. I looked at the parked automobile and could hear the hum coming from there.
"The machine started and turned into the road-"
"Did you notice anyone at the wheel?"
"That"s what you"re not going to believe. There wasn"t anybody in that auto at all. I didn"t see anyone at any time. The auto started itself, and what is more, that auto only went about a hundred yards when it disappeared altogether-like that-like a flash."
"Did it turn off the road?"
"I didn"t turn anywhere. It was in the middle of the road. It just disappeared right in the middle of the road. It started without a driver, it turned north without a driver, and went on by itself for about a hundred yards. Then it vanished in the middle of the road. Just dropped out of sight."
The court-room was hushed. The audience and court attaches were awe stricken and looked their incredulity.
"Do you mean to tell us that auto drove itself?" asked the court sternly.
The witness was completely confused. The attorney came to his rescue, looked at the court, and said:
"He has told that same story a hundred times, and he will stick to it. It seems impossible, but has not Mrs. Darrow told us she heard this humming and saw nothing? With the purely perfunctory recitals of the doctor and the constabulary this court and the jury have heard all there is to hear. We have no more witnesses. That is all there is.
"The jury will have to decide from the evidence whether this case is accident or murder. The doctor and two experts have reported that the wound appeared to have been made by some blunt instrument, swung powerfully. The skull under the wound and back of the ear was simply crushed. Death was instantaneous. It all happened in broad daylight."
After an hour"s deliberation the jury decided the savant came to his death in his laboratory from a blow on the skull received in some manner unknown.
The crowd filed out, spiritedly discussing the unusual crime. In the crowd was Perkins Ferguson, known as "Old Perk," head of the Schefert Engineering Corporation, who paid royalty on some of the Darrow patents. With him was Damon Farnsworth, his first vice-president.
"Well, what do you think of it?" asked Farnsworth, biting into a black cigar.
"d.a.m.ned weird, isn"t it?" replied "Old Perk." "I have my own theory, however," he added, "but I am going to know a whole lot more about this case before I venture it." The pair climbed into Ferguson"s car discussing the Darrow death case with furrowed brows.
What might be termed an extraordinary meeting of the directors of the Schefert Engineering Corporation, was held a few days later in a big building in the financial district.